Everyone has heard of the Godfathers the definitive representation of what it is to be an Italian Mafioso, from the dusty mountainside of Sicily to the posh New York avenues.
Some choose to leave the fatherland for greener pastures; some turn the du...
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I did not expect this, I was still in shock. He slapped me not once but twice. Thinking about it fills me with so much self-hate and loathing, but on a second thought he is the asshole here.
Never satisfied or pleased with me. I tried my best to be his daughter and make him proud but all my efforts go to waste, all I crave for is one sign of affection from him. A hug or some kind words maybe, but all my life I have been an utter disappointment to him.
It all started with him reprimanding for not being able to make Giovanni fall in love with me
"I gave you one simple task, to make a boy fall in love with you and you couldn't do it" his words And then he proceeds to slap me when I reasoned with him and explained all my hardships and methods to try and win him over. If someone is not into you how do you convince them otherwise?
And then he slapped em again for reasoning with him and back answering and then said "I don't care how you do it but you have to make him love you that's all" he roares at me
And I had enough of his bullshit and went to my room. I locked the doors and burst into tears. My life is so pathetic I have money,looks,fame and everything other people would cut a part of their body for but I miss the most important aspect of human life something that makes even a beggar a rich person, love.
Since the day I was born I was starved off love. My mother died during childbirth and for my father I am nothing more than an asset to further his standing in the society.
Its hard to stop my tears I felt like I was not worthy of anyone's love. I feel jealous of Aurora not because of her having Giovanni but because she has a proper family,a support system who is there to stand up for her.
People think that I am a bully and a mean person, who loves treating people like trash and being the queen. They don't see the real me and my pain and insecurities. They don't know the real me, even my so called "friends" they don't see the real Veronica.
I was lost in my thoughts when I heard a knock on the door. I wiped away my tears and opened the door to find my caretaker in the doorway. She is really special for me because she was my nanny when I was small and the only person, I could talk to about everything my rock and support in the whole damn world who makes me feel a little bit of hope and prevents me from considering suicide.
She sat besides me and hugged me tight and said please "don't cry it will get better, things are not that bad there is still hope for a better tomorrow" "You have been saying this line to me for years, it feels empty now. I have heard this so many times that it will make my ears bleed if I hear it one more time. Things only keep getting worse and you still have hope? I don't want to be here I am done with this. I feel like a stranger an unwanted person in my own house with my own dad."
I said angrily and walked out of the room. As I was about to head outside and just get away from my house for a few hours I remembered that I had cheerleading practise In the school gymnasium. I returned to my room and applied some makeup to hide the marks caused by the slaps.
